Living free is gaining on me 
Can't keep ahead of my dreams 
My relief turned out a thief 
Smooth as rocks in the stream 

This old time is a sad affair 
You be glad you're not there 
It ties your hands 
It spikes your drink 
I'd say more, but I can't think 

Lazy Jim took a bottle with him 
Tried to flag down a train 
Left a note 
Couldn't read what he wrote 
A light came on in my brain 

This old time is a sad affair 
You be glad you're not there 
It ties your hands 
It spikes your drink 
I'd say more, but I can't think 

The hills are gold 
Mornings are cold 
Don't know a soul on the street 
I keep to myself like everyone else 
Nobody says much to me 

Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head 
In the two in between wake and sleep 
Rats to kill, contracts to fill 
It's on ice, but it won't keep 


This old time is a sad affair 
You be glad you're not there 
It ties your hands 
It spikes your drink 
I'd say more, but I can't think 

This old time is a sad affair 
You be glad you're not there 
It ties your hands 
It spikes your drink 
I'd say more, but I can't think